KILRUSH PETTY SESSIONS. "Oh, sweet bad luck to your mother-in-law,"—Shelley. Paddy Scully, a rollicking, free-and-easy looking unit of the eight millions," all the way from Gower- hass, who, with a fine mixture of naivete and can- dour, described himself as the eldest born of Ould Tom Scully, that was noted through the country as a quiet, sober little man," was introduced, having a brace of Colonel M'Gregor's sons of A-grip-pa" as supporters, for Paddy had proved as Paddies will to the end of time, refractory and, not content with having "despitefully used a certain Mrs. Brumma- gem, his mother-in-law, he also contrived to establish in the dyke in the road, where weeds, water, and mud were the principal commodities, Master Owen Welsh, who astride upon a donkey, which underwent a similar immersion, had been then and there indul- ging in the interesting pastime of ass-racing. When the scattered fire of accusations from many quarters had been concentrated on Paddy's head—he bore it like a thrue Milisian,"—and with a broad grin, to which Colman's was a fool-a grin that disclosed mas- ticators not indebted for their pearly attributes to Rowland's dentrifice, he facetiously observed,- "Hang me at wanst, Mrs. Brummagem, dear, do an' make ye'r daughter a widdy sware away my life, ye'rself an' herself, an' indeed ye'r a nate pair, as Paddy said whin he found his brogues half burnt."— (A Laugh.) The Chifney of the donkey-race now came forward, and plucking at a miserable remnant of a cap formed of a skin which had once encased the flighty proportions of a corpulent sea-gull, he com- menced a Jeremiad, in a powerful key. "Racin' we won, Sir, fore one an' sixpins meself an' Jack Con- nors, and Tim Naughton, and Jimmy Lyons, an' Widdy Maher's sons, an' Bully Dundon, an' six more ov uz an' I got the first hate, an' wus comin' in the succond, wid Tommy O'Dea, and Lyons on each side o' me, an' we weltin' one another wid our swidges, whin Paddy Scully kem up. A dead hate—a dead hate!' says he, givin' me ass a shoulder—so that itself and meself wint heels over head into a big dirty dhrain, see that now You're young," remarked Mr. Scully, quite lack- adaisically. "You're young, Owny dear, an' the like nivir done you the laste harm in life. Harm! retorted the race-rider. Why bad luck to you an' sure if wishin' it to you was enough you'd be well supplied—harm! warn't the nibors sayin' 'tis fairy struck I must have been, I was so changed. One eye bunged up your reverins, an' me nose bleedin', an' one leg o' me small clothes gone quite an' clane; not to mintion the paste o' puddle over me face. Harm, indeed! Paddy Scully." Magistrate—And you also, it appears, struck your mother-in-law. Eh? didn't you beat her? Paddy-Allileu! talk f of batin' to Moll Brum ma- that used to head her own facshin' at the fairs long ago. See, Sir, this woman(here he toutched Mrs. Scully on the shoulder) is my wife, surely, an' this woman's daughter-an' the evenin' I wint to put in me proposhal for her to her father I got a batin' that I won't disremimber, my hand to you, iv I live till the day of judgment. AVell; and' what's that to the purpose ?" inter- posed Mrs. Brummagem. Oh! blud alive, azy, m'am dear, azy," returned the accused. Keep studdy till I make the gintlemen sinsible ov what sort ye are. After takin' a hoise or two ovsperrets, your reverins, begorTom Brummagem produced a couple ov smart blackthorn sticks. Han- dle one o' these, an' stand opposit me out,' says he,'or the d-l resave the one o' you'll ever call my colleen Mrs. Scully.' Oh murdher,I'm tirin' ye, gintlemen. Well to sharten me story, I up wid meself an' spit in me fist, wid respects to ye, an' gev a screech that med the rafthers aycho, to hide tee thrimblin in my heart, for he was first-rate on a stick. I gev the hat a slap down on my eyes, an' at it we wint, back, belly, and sides feint, cover, an' cut; back sthroke, medium guard, an'knee-pan tech (flourishing his right hand), till I get an' got such a lickin' that I was as tired o' me life as a bull that had been bet three days runnin.' -(Laughter.) "An' may be my husband did not feel you at all, ye spaltheen ?" interrupted Mrs. Brummagem. Paddy laughed and winked a whole life of reminis- nences at the old lady, and continued, There's the proof he did," (slapping Mrs. S.'s shoulder) he's dead an' gone, now, but I taught him some steps that evenin' he never lamed ov a dancin' masther an'in- deed he cut a few crucifixes on the head that was on- dher me Caroline, so that I only wondher 'twas ever the same for a head. When Mr. Scully wound up, it was intimated to his mother-in-law that she had better come to parti- culars, which she did briefly enough, by informing the Bench that master Paddy had caked a screechin" hot pratee" in her ear, by flinging it at her, thereby "drivin her to the verge of madness." Here. botheration to id," said Paddy Scully, do ye all come home." Magistrate-First pay the costs, and keep your hands quiet in future. Paddy—" Oh long life to you, an' health to enjoy id' an' that I will. See here I'll be so orderly an' pace- able that people '11 be sayin-Dear me, what a sober, hard workin' boy that Scully is'—(Great laughter.) An' as for you, Owen Welch,thurm the fauve) shake hands). See here—'pon me word I heartily forgive ye, so I do. A good mornin,' gentlemen,—good mornin,l poleeseinin. Come away, Mrs. Scully, a good mornin' to you, Mrs. Brummagem.
SUDDEN DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. LORD HOLLAND. It is with infinite regret that we have to announce the lamented and sudden demise of the Right Hon. Lord Holland, which occured this morning at Holland House, Kensington. His Lordship, with Lady Hoj_ land, were out in their carriage on Tuesday, On which day his Lordship appeared in much his usual state of health. On Wednesday morning he com- plained of indisposition, which, however, was but slight until towards evening, when Drs. Holland, Arnott, and Allen, and other medical gentlemen, were called in but their efforts were of no avail; an obstruction of the bowels, defying medical skill, occasioning death a few minutes after six o'clock this morning. His Lordship was in his 67th year, having been born on the 21st of November, 1773. He was the third Baron of Holland, and succeeded to the title on the 16th of December, 1774, on the demise of his father. In 1797, he married Elizabeth Vassall, the daughter and heiress of Richard Vassall Esq., by whom he has issue, Colonel J. Fox, Lady Lilford, and the Hon. Henry Fox, Secretary of Legation to the Court of Vienna, who succeeds him in the title. His Lordship, in ad- dition to having filled several offices under various Administrations, was, we believe, President of the Council, Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster, and Recorder of Nottingham. On the melancholy event becoming known this morning it occasioned a gloom amongst all classes in the metropolis.
TOWN OF CARDIGAN. THE ANGEL POSTING HOUSE, COMMERCIAL INN, lEscigtf Office, AND FAMILY HOTEL. DAVID JAMES MOST respectfully begs leave to acquaint the Nobility, Cler- gy, Gentry, Commercial Gentlemen, Tourists, and the Public generally, that he has REMOVED from the LION HOTEL, in the said town, to the above old-established and well known house, which has been thoroughly rebuilt, and noexpence spared to render it complete in point of conveni- ence and comfort. It is, at present, in a forward state of preparation for the reception of the Public several excel- lent and well-aired Bed-rooms and Sitting-rooms being already fitted up for immediate accommodation. D. J. begs also to announce, that until the ANGEL HOTEL is completed, all that convenient house situate in St. Mary Street, next door to Oliver Lloyd, Esq.'s, has been taken by him, in which there are also several Sitting and Bed rooms, all ready, and well adapted for the conve- nience of Families. CHOICE OLD WINES AND SPIRITS. GOOD STABLING, & LOCK-UP COACH-HOUSES. Chaises, Phaetons, Gigs. Saddle and Post Horses. HEARSE, AND MOURNING COACHES, Ready on the shortest notice. Cardigan, October 22nd. 1840. Ziibrary, 30, Pier Street. J. COX, PRINTER, BOOKSELLER, & STATIONER, BEGS to announce to his friends and the public generally, that he has lately added to the Library, at a considerable expence, a great number of new and popular works by the mfist esteemed authors of the day and he therefore trutg to be favored with the support of the neighbouring families as subscribers to the Library. J. C. also begs to add that lie has just received a fresh supply of PAPER HANGINGS, of the most fashionable and elegant designs, from one penny per yard, of the most splendid patterns in flock and gold, carved oak, &c. from some of the first houses in London. He also wishes to announce that he has engaged an addi- tional Bookbinder and that he will now be able to execute promptly, any orders lie may be favored with, in the mot finished and elegant styles of binding, 30, Pier Street, Aberystwith, 23rd October, 1840. The largest sum that was ever placed into the Ex- chequer of the excise Office, was paid by Mr. George Robins, for the sale of Lord Ormond's property. The duty paid by him on that sale alone was £ 15,750. A few days ago he paid into the Excise Exchequer £5,622 12s. 6d.-the auction duty upon two sales only.
iSirtO. At CrosswoodPark, on Friday morning, the 23rd instant, The Right Honorable the Countess Lisburne of a daughter. Printed by JOHN Cox, of No. 30, Pier Street, Aberyst- with, at the Office of him the said John Cox, 10, New Street; and Published by the said John Cox, at his Library, No. 30, Pier Street, Aberystwith aforesaid. Saturday, October 24tb, 1840.
THE CANE. A small cane is a bumpkin, a large one snobbish, a knotty stick is low, a thick stick common, too small a stick is foolish; a fishing-rod stick, a flageolet or umbrella stick are downright stupid. A handle ornamented with stones is prim, a shell handle is disgraceful, a long handle is old-fashioned a head sculptured on a handle is bad taste a snuff- box handle, a musical one, and a handle with a whis- tle or a spyglass, are fit only for commercial tra- vellers. The urchin who wishes to appear manly trails his stick along the pavement; the rustic who apes the gentleman, makes his stick take as many strides as himself: the lounger rubs his mouth, his cheeks, his chin, with lhe handle of his stick the happy man holds his cane by the middle and taps the palm of his other hand the sad or reflective man carries his cane stuck perpendicularly to his leg, the absent man hits everything that comes in his way, without ex- cepting the legs of the passengers; the student twirls his stick in every one's face the fundholder carries his under his arm the dreamer holds it with both hands behind his back and the spy hangs his cane to his coat button.